We drove through some pretty heavy rain along Kent's second leg, but it wasn't doing nothing when we rolled into the transition area. I took the opportunity to get my stuff squared away (digging through my bag in the back and changing) before heading over to the exchange zone.
All of a sudden, you could hear it coming across the parking lot - like buckets of golf balls being dumped on a putting green. Heavy rain. Pouring, pounding rain.
I trust the exchange went ok, I'm in the van blogging. Kent is now back, since I've been typing. He's walking around a bit and I'm fighting a test of wills with the defroster... Good thing Ralph's leg is 7.4 miles. I'm up next, can't wait. Rain + dark * Laconia = no fun.
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